ludo
"OoOoOo." Sometimes Ludo wafts down from above, and occasionally it pops up swathed around the statue. But today it is simply there beside Tal, a couple of raggy tendrils picking up some marshmallows (knocking over the carefully crafted pile) while a third loads the cannon to pew its ammo into the ocean.
"I like this very much," it informs the Accepted, whilst marshmallow wielding rags feed the sweet treats beneath the ominous porcelain mask.
"Wh'kinda protec'shun y'wan'?" it asks in a voice muffled by marshmallows, looking at Tal expectantly even as it loads up the cannon a second time.
"I like this very much," it informs the Accepted, whilst marshmallow wielding rags feed the sweet treats beneath the ominous porcelain mask.
"Wh'kinda protec'shun y'wan'?" it asks in a voice muffled by marshmallows, looking at Tal expectantly even as it loads up the cannon a second time.
